Page 192 of Axel

And of all the brothers, I know him the least. He doesn’t live in Charleston. He lives in the mountains, where he works as a forest ranger with Alena.

I know her throne will remain empty. She’ll never be initiatedor learn about this room. And I don’t imagine her with Axel anymore.

I’m too overwhelmed, feeling how Axel’s all mine. I trust it, and I can see that Alena lives in Loch’s heart.

It’s obvious by the lost look in Loch’s stunning eyes. He looks hurt without her. It’s an odd aura against his rugged persona and beefy appearance with ink crawling up his thick neck. His pain is almost beautiful, but if I could, I’d make it go away. I want him to have love, too.

Suddenly, I feel close to all the kings. Like I want to take care of them, too.

That’s what makes the act of Axel, guiding me to sit on Jace’s empty lap, so intimate and erotic.

Jace sighs as I settle over him. He smells like lavender, citrus, and wood. His body is rippled concrete covered by fine wool pants and starched cotton. His hard form greets my soft, naked body, and I relax. I feel that I can trust him, too.

“Hold her open for me,” Axel commands Jace.

“Like this, my queen?” Jace’s gravelly voice vibrates in his exposed chest pressed against my back. As Nash held me, Jace does the same. Carefully, he hooks his corded, inked forearms under my legs and spreads them open. “Is this comfortable?”

Comfortable?

I’m watching Axel peel off the wet shirt I soaked before he shucks his pants down and kicks them free, along with his shoes. Of course, he leaves his socks on.

Only I can see his feet.

That’s what makes this one of the most tender and taboo things I’ve ever felt. How Axel’s cock soars, thick and hungry for me, while his brother holds me open to receive him.

“Yes,” I answer Jace. I answer the question in Axel’s eyes.

He wants this, and I do, too.

“Play with her nipple chains,” Axel orders. “Give her pleasure.”

Jace unhooks his wrists, leaving my legs to drape over the padded arms of his throne. Gently, his massive hands pull at the dainty chains attached to the golden tweezers clamped over my nipples, tugging at them…

And, oh fuck.

I groan.

I slip into the pool of lust that Axel’s plunged me into twice already. Once, sucking his cock. Twice, when he devoured my pussy.

And now, while Axel tugs my thighs, making me slide down Jace’s lap, my back resting against his groin. I can feel Jace’s thick erection, urging against me. He’s very aroused, watching his brother about to fuck me.

I can feel it in Jace’s deepening breath. How he’s gazing at my wet open cunt. How he needs a woman, too.

He must be in pain, waiting for his.

“Watch.” Axel teases his swollen tip over my clit. “Watch this pretty wet pussy take every inch of this cock.”

I set my moan free while Jace stifles his. I start to shake when Axel circles his crown over my clit before he glides his tip to my entrance and brutally thrusts inside me.

Oh my god!

This is going to happen fast. Fast, intense, and explosive again. I feel it. I need it.

“Oh fuck, please,” I beg Axel for mercy. For more. For his sweet stretch. His total possession as he gazes down, and all three of us watch his penetration.

How he fills my aching cunt. How I trust him, love him. How he makes me shudder with a wave of emotions. I’m overwhelmed by the sight of Axel’s steel piercing for me. How it gleams like his rare wedding ring on my finger, too, my hands bracing against his granite shoulders.

“Axel,” is all I can sigh, so damn open to him. Taking him.

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